He unzipped his slacks slowly, freeing his thick, veined c**k. It was long and heavy, the head already glistening with pre-c*m. My mouth watered even as shame flooded me.
“Open.”
I parted my lips obediently. Ethan guided the thick head past them, sliding slowly into the wet heat of my mouth. He groaned deeply as my tongue swirled around him.
“Suck, Mia. Show me how sorry you are for stealing from your own family.”
I did my best—taking him deeper, hollowing my cheeks, bobbing my head while on my knees. The leash kept me in place, a constant reminder of my new status. Ethan’s hand tangled in my long hair, guiding my pace, pushing deeper until I gagged softly around his length, tears pricking my eyes.
“f**k, that mouth feels even better than I imagined,” he growled, hips rocking gently.
